In the midst of a snow storm—I worry about the footsteps left behind. Begging the memory of someone would leave my mind.

The footsteps behind me mark memories of happiness, sadness, and frustration. In the case of a snowstorm—I'd beg that the traces of you fade away to.

The selfish wish begins to melt out of its ice. "I wish I never met you," slips out of my mouth. My words mutter weakly, and my frozen lips shudder indefinitely.

As cold tears flow down my face—I feel your heart for me had been frozen for the past decade. I'll use my final fires, torches, and even lighters.

But in the midst of a snow storm, I'd only have one final wish—to leave my love and warmth.

Our days were as beautiful as the starry skies.
Our lives—as humans, animals or even bugs.
Each lasted like a luna moth, with a purpose to love till dawn.

In the beauty of seeing you in each life—came and went with the two souls that lived it. If our time was prolonged—smiles would last longer alive than over your casket.

An infinite cycle of you and I—beautiful and brutal in my eyes.
To love you like a luna moth, with less time in life.
I'll never forget our sunrise—to which I loved you till dawn.

You've learnt to love the moon, as I've reached for our skies.
We've shared so much as rose—then to descend the skies.
Whether it was the shining violet night or the everlasting blue sky—it was you whom stayed in my side.

In the burning days of May, with your lilies in a valley that only bloom in shade. I'll look forward for its moment to bloom—a gardener to his loving natured moon.

Day or night—it didn't matter with you. I'll rise to the skies with your hand in mine. Seeing our valley of which our time lied.

Foggy or clear—hold your hand closer to mine. I'll lead our way through our thundery skies. Seeing your worried smile, I'll shine bright for the meanwhile.

Although, it isn't a question of time, but who will fall first from our summer skies.